I Received System to Become Dragonborn

After their meeting, Elena guided Eccar down winding corridors toward his living quarters. It was a modest cave room carved into the stone of their hidden settlement. The air was damp and the walls were rough yet the space was quiet and insulated from the sounds of the world outside.

"Sorry we can't offer more," Elena said, a hint of embarrassment crossing her face as she gestured around the room which held only a straw mattress and a small stone shelf.

Eccar shook his head, giving her a reassuring look.

"This is enough. I've lived in much worse places." His thoughts flickered back to his time in the Chaos Realm. That was a harsh place where he could feel the constant, oppressive presence of corrupted Magic.

The air there seemed to pulse with dark energies that could sapping his mind's peace. Here, in contrast, he found a surprising calm. There was no shadow of corruption weighing down his thoughts and no perpetual sense of lurking dread.

He felt an unusual lightness, knowing that he could close his eyes and sleep without being disturbed by the taint of Chaos. The invaders outside don't have any influence here that could disturb his peace.

He don't feel that this place is much different from his room in the Elf Palace.

Elena offered him a small, grateful smile.

"Thank you, Eccar. For coming here. Good night."

With a final nod, she turned and left, leaving Eccar to settle into the space. He lay down, make some report to Saeldir, and soon drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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The next morning, a gentle knock roused him. Blinking against the dim light, Eccar rose and opened the door to find Elena waiting.

"They're holding a meeting. We'll need your presence there," she informed him, her voice a mix of calm and urgency.

Eccar nodded then pulling himself fully awake as he followed her through the cave's winding halls.

They soon arrived at a larger chamber where Darek and Tovan were already seated, along with several others.

The others wore the same cracked, dark armor as Darek and Tovan and him, each piece seemingly molded to their forms, bearing scars from countless battles.

Eccar can see that these were warriors of this world, seasoned by hardship and the relentless threat they faced. Their faces were resolute, some etched with grim lines that spoke of losses suffered and battles survived.

Eccar could feel their eyes on him that seems curious yet respectful, as if sizing him up. He recognized the shared strength in their stances and the silent determination that marked them as fighters who had shouldered their people's hopes.

The leader, a man with the silver beard, rose as he entered, addressing the group.

"Today marks the first day of our stand with the Dragonborn at our side. It's time we planned for what lies ahead and the battles that await us."

The warriors around the room straightened, their faces set with resolve. Eccar took his place among them.

The silence filling with anticipation as the warriors prepared to formally introduce themselves to Eccar. Ten people in all were present, including Elena, Darek, and Tovan.

The leader, the man with the silver beard and commanding presence, raised his hand, indicating he would start. His voice was deep, resonant, filled with a confidence tempered by age and experience.

"My name is Commander Varok," he said, bowing his head respectfully. "I've led these people for over four decades after the last commander died in the field. Through battles, sieges, and moments of peace." His silver eyes met Eccar's as if holding a mixture of respect and an understanding that only those who had witnessed true suffering could share. "Today, we welcome you as one of our own."

Next to Varok stood a woman with a scar running from her left brow down to her cheek, her green eyes hard but focused. She nodded slightly in acknowledgment before speaking.

"I'm Lira. I lead the Scouts," she said with calm but precise voice. "We're tasked with gathering intelligence on enemy movements, keeping our people safe from ambushes and providing the information needed for tactical maneuvers. If you need someone who knows every corner of this land and the shadows our enemies hide in, you can rely on us."

She glanced at Eccar, giving a small nod of approval.

Beside her, a broad-shouldered man with short-cropped dark hair stepped forward. His armor bore fresh scorch marks and scratches, evidence of recent skirmishes.

"I'm Brogar, head of the Vanguard," he said, his tone gruff yet steady. "We're the first line of defense and the last ones out when things get rough. You'll see us at the front, facing the worst of the invaders' attacks." His gaze lingered on Eccar, sizing him up with a hint of grudging admiration.

Elena, who had been standing to one side offered a faint smile as she spoke. "I'm Elena, a healer. I'm here to make sure our wounded make it back to the fight. Or, when the worst happens, to ensure they find peace." Her tone was gentle but resolute, the scars of loss evident in her eyes after seeing countless people who died under her care.

Darek and Tovan stepped forward together, and Darek took the lead. "I'm in charge of tactical advisor. I work with Commander Varok on strategy and coordination for our forces. I focus on finding weaknesses in our enemy's movements and exploiting them."

"And I work with Lira," Tovan chimed in. "I work with Lira's Scouts as a combat specialist. When stealth missions turn violent, I'm usually the one making sure we get out in one piece." He smirked, though his eyes held a somber note, betraying the weight of his role.

Three others introduced themselves next. A slender young man with quick and watchful eyes and an air of restlessness spoke first.

"Call me Nerin," he said, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "I'm part of the Signal Corps. My job is to maintain communication between all units during missions. No Magic signal goes dark on my watch."

A large, stern woman with a shaved head followed. "Renna. I'm with Brogar's Vanguard, but my specialty is in siege weaponry. I make sure that when we hit, we hit hard." She folded her arms, her expression unwavering as she nodded at Eccar.

The final warrior, a wiry man with a quiet and focused presence stepped forward. "I'm Kael, and I'm a shadow operative. I work under Lira, handling assignments that require a… more subtler approach." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it carried an edge that hinted at a sharp and deadly skill set.

As each introduced themselves, Eccar felt the weight of their combined skills and experiences settle around him. These were warriors bound by hardship and loyalty.

Commander Varok broke the silence once again.

"We've faced every hardship this war has thrown at us. But with you here, Lord Dragonborn, we believe that we finally can strike at the heart of our enemy."

Eccar nodded his head, acknowledging the commitment in each of their eyes. He feel the unity that ran deep among them that was forged through shared struggle and loss. He then feels like he need to really put an effort for them.

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